It had been four days only since we had set foot in Morocco and we already could count on both our hands the times when people had unexpectedly popped up on our way to give us a guided tour or simply asked for money to show us the door of our riad.
We left the booth giggling silently and a ray of sunshine greeted us to the inside of the necropolis along with a delightful fragrance of lilac. Spring wasn’t in full bloom yet but the trees on both sides of the main path were as lush as one could dream and already adorned with red and purple flower buds that contrasted with the sandy colour of the Chellah’s bulwark walls. We followed the path up to a few meters before noticing what looked like a forest aisle, leading us closer to the walls and away from the few tourists behind us. Again, the contrast between the carpet of yellow flowers, bright green grass and beige walls looking straight out of a desert fortress was striking and the fact we had it all for ourselves wasn’t the least pleasing.
The ruins weren’t all the gems that the place had in store though and we then discovered a distinct set of buildings below that was hidden from sight until we had gone down the hill. The tall silhouette of a minaret caught our eyes immediately, crowned by an unexpected nest where a stork was standing defiantly. Past this surprising encounter, we spotted a good dozen of storks coming and going around the place, some of them quietly resting in the midst of the remains of the ancient necropolis, others playfully flying on top of our heads from one end of the building to the other.
An empty pond awaited us behind the compound and we then followed a cobbled path to another platform overlooking the vast countryside surrounding Rabat, which could have seemed out of place considering the streets of the capital city were so close but felt completely in sync with the bucolic aura of the Chellah. We resisted the idea of picking an orange in one of the many orange trees around us and of lying on the grass for the rest of the day but that wasn’t without an effort as lingering there forever sounded like a hell of a plan. The rest of Rabat was still waiting to be discovered though and we reluctantly made our way back to the main gate, promising the storks we’d come back soon.
Near the exit, the guide was still slumped into his chair, sleeping.
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